Donut’s Miracalis Misadventures
I’ve been on Loka for 70 years (I found that out using a nifty age calculator, it’s a quite fun to see how old your character really is in terms of Lokan years https://lokamc.com/forums/index.php?threads/how-old-are-you.3678/#post-30308). So, aside from that let me get to the point. When I first started out Loka I joined a town called Miracalis, which I’m sure many have heard of. I stayed there for roughly 5 months in which I encountered many strange scenarios with my ol’ pal Wyvern (who sadly left Loka though). As a result of this, I decided to turn it into a mini-lore story based off true events. In addition to that, it’s also good practice for future lore; anywho I’ll stop rambling on and we’ll begin the first tale.
Get comfy, grab the popcorn, and hopefully you’ll enjoy.
Chapter 1: The town of Miracalis certainly was unique, I thought, while frantically trying to avoid trouble brewing up near the beacon. Many people here had a lust for war and fighting, and as a result, they often brought such anarchy to my doorstep. Quite literally. You see, I used to run an inn in Miracalis, and it was the preferred hangout spot of the town’s soldiers; most evenings I would end up with a massive fight in the bar and I’d be left to clean it up. But hey, I loved the job there and it didn’t pay so badly.
Right, anyway I’m getting off the point. One time, me and a couple of buddies had a beer too many and decided that every week we would meet up at the Inn to set off for an occasional looting run. Many times we found ourselves in Ascalon plains, often scavenging abandoned nomad settlements; however, one time we found ourselves a lot further from home and embarked on a cross continental expedition towards Kalros.
Only Wyvern was armed with Miracalean armour, his greataxe slung onto his back along with his longbow. Me and Winter were donned in leather gear, which granted us a great deal of mobility. As we docked our boat onto a worn down pontoon, we came across a strange structure standing in the middle of a barren tundra. We looked in awe as two strange iron clad beings circled it sluggishly. We figured out it’d be quite an adventure to tackle it. After a quick brief, we planned an ambush.
Wyvern leapt out of the tall grass and drew his great axe, drawing the attention of the golems. I managed to make a break for it, and was able to climb the structure. Simultaneously, Winter was aiming her bow and firing arrows at the golems in order to help Wyvern with his endeavor. Such a task was obviously exhausting, and it drained our energy, but in the end we were successful.
One blow away from victory. Just one hit was needed. Wyvern picked up his greataxe, gripping it tightly, and prepared to hit. Unfortunately, our foolish choice attracted a great deal of attention to us; and we learnt this the hard way. Two arrows came flying into Wyvern’s back, luckily his armor provided protection from the piercing shot. We all looked around to locate our assailants, by the time we had realized it was too late. A covenant general and small squad of soldiers were already lunging at us, weapons drawn. Wyvern and Winter managed to react in time and fend off some of the invading soldiers, however, they were outnumbered and caught off guard. All I could do was watch as they fought, I was petrified. Winter was unfortunately finished off by a blow to the head, which she received shortly after being surrounded. Wyvern came next, he was knocked down to his knees and executed by a covenant general, one who I knew from previous fights. His name was Skuhoo, and he was a skilled fighter. As he raised his blade, ready to execute Wyvern an idea hit me.
And that idea was to run.
Chapter 2 should come soon if you want it.
Also please note, although slightly exaggerated, these events actually did take place. Also it's not proof read and my first lore story so it might not be the best. Lemme know watcha think in the threads. Also Skubertio, if ya want me to take this down lemme know.
I’ve been on Loka for 70 years (I found that out using a nifty age calculator, it’s a quite fun to see how old your character really is in terms of Lokan years https://lokamc.com/forums/index.php?threads/how-old-are-you.3678/#post-30308). So, aside from that let me get to the point. When I first started out Loka I joined a town called Miracalis, which I’m sure many have heard of. I stayed there for roughly 5 months in which I encountered many strange scenarios with my ol’ pal Wyvern (who sadly left Loka though). As a result of this, I decided to turn it into a mini-lore story based off true events. In addition to that, it’s also good practice for future lore; anywho I’ll stop rambling on and we’ll begin the first tale.
Get comfy, grab the popcorn, and hopefully you’ll enjoy.
Chapter 1: The town of Miracalis certainly was unique, I thought, while frantically trying to avoid trouble brewing up near the beacon. Many people here had a lust for war and fighting, and as a result, they often brought such anarchy to my doorstep. Quite literally. You see, I used to run an inn in Miracalis, and it was the preferred hangout spot of the town’s soldiers; most evenings I would end up with a massive fight in the bar and I’d be left to clean it up. But hey, I loved the job there and it didn’t pay so badly.
Right, anyway I’m getting off the point. One time, me and a couple of buddies had a beer too many and decided that every week we would meet up at the Inn to set off for an occasional looting run. Many times we found ourselves in Ascalon plains, often scavenging abandoned nomad settlements; however, one time we found ourselves a lot further from home and embarked on a cross continental expedition towards Kalros.
Only Wyvern was armed with Miracalean armour, his greataxe slung onto his back along with his longbow. Me and Winter were donned in leather gear, which granted us a great deal of mobility. As we docked our boat onto a worn down pontoon, we came across a strange structure standing in the middle of a barren tundra. We looked in awe as two strange iron clad beings circled it sluggishly. We figured out it’d be quite an adventure to tackle it. After a quick brief, we planned an ambush.
Wyvern leapt out of the tall grass and drew his great axe, drawing the attention of the golems. I managed to make a break for it, and was able to climb the structure. Simultaneously, Winter was aiming her bow and firing arrows at the golems in order to help Wyvern with his endeavor. Such a task was obviously exhausting, and it drained our energy, but in the end we were successful.
One blow away from victory. Just one hit was needed. Wyvern picked up his greataxe, gripping it tightly, and prepared to hit. Unfortunately, our foolish choice attracted a great deal of attention to us; and we learnt this the hard way. Two arrows came flying into Wyvern’s back, luckily his armor provided protection from the piercing shot. We all looked around to locate our assailants, by the time we had realized it was too late. A covenant general and small squad of soldiers were already lunging at us, weapons drawn. Wyvern and Winter managed to react in time and fend off some of the invading soldiers, however, they were outnumbered and caught off guard. All I could do was watch as they fought, I was petrified. Winter was unfortunately finished off by a blow to the head, which she received shortly after being surrounded. Wyvern came next, he was knocked down to his knees and executed by a covenant general, one who I knew from previous fights. His name was Skuhoo, and he was a skilled fighter. As he raised his blade, ready to execute Wyvern an idea hit me.
And that idea was to run.
Chapter 2 should come soon if you want it.
Also please note, although slightly exaggerated, these events actually did take place. Also it's not proof read and my first lore story so it might not be the best. Lemme know watcha think in the threads. Also Skubertio, if ya want me to take this down lemme know.
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